Sublime

I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

in little earfuls,

Survival is not a theory. In what way do I contribute to the subjugation of any part of those who I define as my people?

As a living creature I am part of two kinds of forces—growth and decay, sprouting and withering, living and dying, and at any given moment of our lives, each one of us is actively located somewhere along a continuum between these two forces.

She may have to trek into the hills, leaping from rock to rock trying out her voice against the mountain.

As a feminine sexual art, practice offering light’s body, wet, gaping, hungry, as open to be seen and felt as this moment is alive. Scream more loudly, undulate more fully, give your pleasure to be felt by your lover like the moment gives light to be seen—open wide as full-blown life. This is the feminine practice.